Life, the Universe, and Everything
I didn't see The Tree of Life in theaters. Reviews of the film were mixed enough, and my moviegoing is limited enough, that it didn't make the cut during its release. I was curious about it, however, and I got it on DVD last month from Netflix.
Between critics and acquaintances, I'd heard the film described as everything from magnificent to pretentious to nauseating. I didn't find it nauseating. Pretentious? Yeah, I wouldn't quibble with that, yet I also thought that it was magnificent. I'm not sure that a spoiler warning really applies, but if you know absolutely nothing about The Tree of Life and don't want to, either, stop now and consider my recommendation; otherwise, continue after the pic.
In The Tree of Life acclaimed writer/director Terrence Malick examines the meaning of existence in microcosm and in almost absurd macrocosm. Scenes in the life of the O'Brien family in mid-20th-century Texas, and part of one day in the present life of Jack O'Brien, are intercut with sequences that show the birth of the universe, the development of life on Earth, and the inevitable fate of the solar system as the sun eventually flames out. Brad Pitt and Jessica Chastain are cast as Mr. & Mrs. O'Brien, parents to three boys, with Sean Penn playing son Jack as an adult.
Pitt is very good as Mr. O'Brien; it's the first performance of his, I think, that I've responded to as more than fine. The fact that Chastain is still something of an unknown quantity, finally having her breakout year with a slew of projects released on top of one another, probably works in the film's favor — although since Pitt's celebrity doesn't overshadow his own role, to his and Malick's credit, I suppose a more recognizable face as Mrs. O'Brien wouldn't have been a problem either. (Which is funny to me as I write it, because Chastain has a very recognizable face: She looks from certain angles like Julia Roberts and almost all the time like her The Help costar Bryce Dallas Howard.)
Given that the scenes with Penn felt out of place to me — and that's saying something in an otherwise small-scale domestic drama that includes a digression to dinosaurs — I don't know that my disfavor for them is so much his fault as Malick's. Those scenes are ostensibly the lynchpin of the entire movie, since Jack is the character we follow from the '50s/'60s-set scenes into today and some sort of afterlife, but they almost felt intrusive. While Jack appears in that afterlife as Penn, by the way, Hunter McCracken is an absolute natural on screen as Young Jack.
Whether the afterlife segment is actually real within the context of the film on some metaphysical level — upon Jack's death or a Rapture of sorts or everyone's death at the End of Time — I'm not sure. I don't know that there is an answer or that it matters, although I did find a few writeups during a quick post-viewing poke around the Interwebs that rather matter-of-factly stated things that I didn't get out of the film. One was that Jack actually experienced the afterlife as a kind of waking dream during the present-day scenes, whereas I saw it as a narrative flashforward to the end that potentially awaits us. Another was that we see life as we know it not only born but extinguished in the movie — perhaps on the very day that we see adult Jack wrestling with his past — and I even read a comparison of the The Tree of Life's apocalyptic vision to that of Melancholia, something that if present I missed.
I can't help but wonder how the film might fare in an Oscar race that didn't include the fantasias Hugo and The Artist as deserved front-runners, but rather pit The Tree of Life in all its grandiosity against a solid examination of modern life like The Descendants. Malick has made a movie that once would've been the very model of a Best Picture honoree. Last year ultimate winner The King's Speech and its worthier competition The Social Network might well have both fallen in The Tree of Life's wake if Academy voters were willing to set aside more than 2½ hours to watch it without prejudice.
Even though the visual effects surely played more spectacularly on the big screen, and despite my general preference for seeing movies with a crowd, I suspect that the intimate nature of the film came across better via my laptop with headphones on and lights off. I was very moved by the snippets of dialogue, or really of internal monologue, that recur unrelated in a specific sense to the images unfolding at the same time; Chastain's dreamlike whispers in my ear were particularly moving, which I can't help sounding more untoward than I mean it.
The Tree of Life is a quietly epic, certainly ambitious, truly beautiful film, not for everyone but of course, famously, nothing really is except for birth and death. I'd love to hear whether you saw or not and if so what you thought.